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God will give women causes just
to magnify his Name,
When as his people triumphs make,
and purchase mighty fame.
Puissant kings, for all their pow'r,
shall flee and take the foil,
And women which remain at home
shall help to part the spoil.
And though ye were as black as pots,
your hue shall pass the dove,
Whose wings and feathers seem to have
silver and gold above.
When in this land God shall triumph
o'er kings both high and low,
Then shall it be like Salmon hill,
as white as is the snow.
Though Basan he a fruitful hill,
and in height others pass,
Yet Zion, God's most holy hill,
doth far excel in grace.
Why leap ye thus, ye hills most high,
and thus in pride do swell?
The hill of Zion God doth love,
And there will ever dwell.
God's army twenty thousand is
of angels great and strong;
The Lord also in Sinai
is present them among.
Thou didst, O Lord, ascend on high,
and captive led'st them all,
Who in times past thy chosen flock
in bondage did enthrall.
Thou hast receivèd gifts for men,
e'en for thine enemies,
Unto the end that God the Lord
might dwell with them likewise,
Now praisèd be the Lord, for that
he pours on us such grace;
From day to day he is the God
both of our health and peace.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 68:11-20;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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